It’s too much.
This is all too much.
I’m tired of being strong.
I’m tired of feeling like my heart is going to explode from my chest.
This quarantine shit had me distracted for a while, but the reality is that I’m slowly dying, and I need to come to terms with that.
I had so much planned. So much I wanted to do.
Hopefully, I still have several years to go. And hopefully this virus bullshit will hurry up and gtfo. But in the meantime, I’m stuck thinking about how I’m being robbed of my life right now. It’s selfish for sure, but I don’t give a single fuck.
A bunch of my hair fell out on Friday. Now I’m afraid to even touch it.
This isn’t even the hard part. When I think of what’s to come…
This is fucking stupid. It’s 2:16 am and I want to be asleep.
Life is fucking ridiculous. This is just…fuck all of this.